- Follow the link here to the outline
- Follow the link for "The Yellow Wallpaper" in the outline. There are some other essays there, all related. Read them if you like; ignore them if you prefer or cannot get to them. But do follow the link that says "text and images."
- When you get there, there is yet another essay above the story. Just scroll down to the story and read.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Link for "The Yellow Wallpaper "reading
To get to the reading requires a little exploration. Here are the explicit directions:
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I cannot find a link to the "Yellow WallPaper reading!"
Can you help professor
I can't find it neither
I was exceptionally thrilled about the reading of "Dooce". I realted so well with so many things that she mentioned. Being a mother myself I found myself in her same shoes in many situations that she was in. Her hardships, resenting being a parent, hating and then simultaneosly loving the hate for you child, all wwere are and me toos. I really enjoy readings that are real like this one. I find a personal fondness for readings like these. Her writing style and sense of humor really painted a good picture of her struggles and made it easy to read.
I still cannot open Yellow wall paper!
I also echo the above. I cannot find what link you are referring to.
I see where the link is, and I have clicked and double clicked over and over again, but can't seem to open it. The readings that are due this friday i assume are going to delayed for when the website is up and running correctly.
So I think, or at least thought later in the story, that there was some fungal growth in the room, which is quite typical of older homes, that caused this lady to eventually go crazy and become the body in the wall she swore she sees. Or maybe this is a short story in the vein of Poe or Lovecraft and is supernatural in origin. Either way; it almost felt as if there was a paragraph missing when it lept from her being in the room sleeping to her becoming the wall person, loving to creep. This was an odd story.
i think if you guys go to the assignments link...not this one, but the original one and click that, it will work using the directions given here...if that made sense
As I first read the story I hated it. I was convinced that the writer is on some kind of weird drugs. But, I changed my mind after having done some research.
The story is autobiographic. Charlotte Gilman was a woman who got raised in a family line of revolutionarist writers, among them also feminist writers. Therefore, she grew up with the knowledge that women are equal to men and have a right to be educated. She was self-educated. The story takes place in the Victorian era. In those days, women were not allowed to do anything than please their husbands. Gilman, one day fell in love and she actually ended up marrying the guy. She soon got pregnant and had her child. After the delivery she suffered under postpartum depression, which was considered to be a nervous condition. The common treatment in these days was the so called rest cure. This treatment involved the strict order to do nothing (women weren't even allowed to turn in their beds-they were restrained!!!) So, Gilman underwent the treatment (her husband made the decision for her, as she is not allowed to think or make decisions) and she was extremely unhappy, if not suicidal. It drove her crazy that women did not have the same rights as men do and that she was not allowed to move a muscle. She broke out by abandoning her husband and her child. She became a very famous feminist writer. She wrote the story to prevent other women from the same fate. She even send a copy of the story to the doctor that gave her the treatment. He didn't change anything, but another doctor, who applied the same treatment altered it! So she even has success!!
Knowing that, the story is not horrible at all! I actually like it!
Thankfully they have changed the treatment of depression. The two main treatments now are psychotherapy and anti-depressants. Research has shown that anti-depressants may increase suicidality especially in adolescents. Many patients have also reported that there are some things that they still do not tell therapists out of embarrassment or because they are afraid they might be committed. Each patient is different, so treatments that benefit differ. Many people with depression do tend to isolate themselves and coop themselves up at home, which may be why they are still depressed. However, it is also very hard to push them to go out, because it takes a bigger amount of energy than one can imagine to do so. The 'Yellow Wallpaper' does do a good job at explaining how little people understand depression, a mental illness, rather than a physical one such as lupus or diabetes, not that it does not affect physical aspects of the patient. I think that people with depression really need to get the hope and energy (with the support of friends and family) to get out of the darkness, because no one understands their illness more than themselves.
Unfortunately, the Victorian age did not recognize 'depression' as a veritable illness. It would have more likely been cast into the lot of 'soul disease' or 'an imbalance of the humors.' I believe a great deal of belief at the time would have also placed blame on the woman for driving herself into a maligned state. Women during the time were supposedly highly susceptible to becoming mental ill, in any form, because they were understood as not possessing the mental capacities of men, and in trying to better themselves would greatly increase this risk of illness. Ussher states that "women were seen as most likely having a mental breakdown sometime during their life as 'the maintenance of [female] sanity was seen as the preservation of brain stability in the face of overwhelming physical odds.'" It seems what they deemed as treatment was really nothing more than a hysteric unreason powered by a presentiment toward the intellectual female. She is subordinated by her husband, suppressed physically and mentally, and is overall an individual who is locked [literally] into a life of forced inactivity. As cruel and barbarous as it would be viewed in this age, it would have been a conventional means of curing an individual of the wrench in their faculty.
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